Soft as velvet is the flower
                      That traces the lines of your delicate bones
                  The wind chased the birds to the trees for safety
                     But we stayed and watched long enough
                            For the dark to consume the light,
                            And your mouth to take over mine.
                            Promises were made to never forget
                   Then you chased me away to my own sanctuary

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